Saturday

24 September 2011

You think I would have learned by now. If it's a food I have never had before and i did not make it from scratch, I need to read the freaking label.

This stuff is pretty tasty. So tasty that we bought a case of it at Costco.

Now, I didn't try the sample, the Spouse Thingy did. He really liked it. And I figured, why the hell not? I like chow mein. It was cheap. We'd eat them all before they expired.

So last night I prepared one for myself after the Spouse Thingy left for work, and halfway through I saw this thing wedged between a few noodles, and thought that was some ugly looking beef.

I picked the ugly looking beef up, and turned it over, and there were these little lines. Lines like one might find on the underside of a mushroom.

I bolted for the box of chow mein packages and looked. And in tiny print: Shitake Mushrooms.

By this point Max was very interested in whatever I was excited about and he followed me as I went back to the table and got the chow mein, followed as I threw it in the trash, and chased after me as I ran down the hall to the bathroom.

I didn't need to stick a finger down my throat; just the idea that I had eaten mushrooms and knowing what that was going to mean over the next few days had my dinner pushing its way back up and out. I had gagging noises coming from deep down, reverberating through my chest, practically waking after me as I ran down the hall.

This fascinated Max.

While I sat on the edge of the bathtub and hurled forth the noodles, he stood on his back paws, put his front paws on the edge of the toilet, and enjoyed the show. He looked at me, then what I'd thrown up. Back at me, then as I barfed a little more.

He loved it.

But when I'd gotten up all I was going to, he stepped back and gave me a disappointed look.

That would have looked so much better on the carpet in the library, especially since you drank Hawaiian Punch with it.

Sorry for my lack of foresight, furball.

The good news is that because what went down came back up in just a few minutes, I was spared the worst of it. I felt awful most of the night, but woke up with both cats piled on top of me. Max was near my head, purring, trying hard to make me feel better. Buddah was draped across my legs, but really only because I was where he had intended on napping, and he doesn't let something like someone already being there get in his way.

Today I've felt kind of meh, but not like I want to die, so I have that going for me.

I have high hopes that I'll feel fine tomorrow. The temps are only supposed to be in the 70s, which will make for nice walking weather, and I have less than a month until the 3 Day in Atlanta.

OMG! I thought I was the only person who had reactions like this to shrooms. I am very good at reading labels but being vegetarian bordering on vegan, I had to learn all the other words too. The ingredients list keeps getting teenier in fonts on some things so now I carry a mag glass. BTW-some people think beef and chicken broth isn't from animals. How stupid can someone be? Especially the nutritional people who work in the hospitals!

Oh, dear. I am really glad that you hurled before the really bad symptoms could start. I always get an audience when I do anything in the bathroom, too. I hope that Spouse Thingy really likes the mushroom noodles.

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